shouldn’t

I shouldn’t have to admit

The light from the moon

Gives me a feeling of regret

great feeling of remorse

like I killed a dead horse

nothing compares to the

air on the mountaintop

peaches tumble down the

hill, where we used to kiss

where we used to dance

before the men mowed

the lawn

before I fell from the fourth

floor

before I felt death

at

my

front

door